238 Wotton and Walton. 



confined to his chamber by a " quotidian 

 Fever producing those Splenetick Vapours 

 that are called Hypochondriacal ; of which 

 most say, the Cure is good Company ; and 

 I desire no better Physician than yourself." 

 Among Wotton's poems in this col- 

 lection are the pleasant lines quoted in 

 The Compkat Angler, entitled "On a 

 Bank as I sate a-Fishing," of which the 

 first eight lines run, 



"And now all Nature seem'd in Love, 

 The lusty Sap began to move ; 

 New Juice did stir th' embracing Vines, 

 And Birds had drawn their Valentines : 

 The jealous Trout, that low did lie, 

 Rose at a well-dissembled Flie : 

 There stood my Friend, with patient skill 

 Attending of his trembling Quill." 



After pleasant wading through this 

 thick volume of seven hundred pages, this 

 is all I can find referring to Walton ; but 

 it is ample for my purpose. Sir Henry 

 Wotton died in November 1639, before 

 Walton had published anything except 

 perhaps an elegy or two ; and yet Walton 

 must have been for many years before 

 that his esteemed friend and angling 

 companion. 



THE " COMMENDATORY VERSES." 

 It is somewhat curious that although 



